~Part 2~
Shit.
This really couldn't be happening.
Lita's eyes narrowed as the two wrestlers continued to sit there in silence, the shock diminishing slightly in their features.
For the redhead, it had been a bad day that had suddenly proved it really could get worse. She'd been so happy when help had arrived, but now she really didn't know quite what to do.
Part of her wanted to cry, while another part of her wanted to yell at Jericho for what he'd done to her friends...however, she knew she wouldn't do either. She wouldn't let her guard down in front of him. He was so much stronger than she was, and he had a foul temper.
Lita turned away from the blonde's intense gaze and opened the car door, making a move to get out, and stopped in alarm when she felt a strong grasp on her arm.
"Wait!" Jericho called out, rather pathetically, although he didn't know why. He knew he should have just let her go. She was, after all, friends with that damn Hardy, Stacy the bitch and her pathetic boyfriend, as well as being friends with his worst enemy...Shawn Michaels. But then it was so cold outside, and he couldn't just leave the woman, alone and in the middle of Connecticut...he wasn't *that* much of an asshole.
Lita turned to face him again with wide-eyes, and Jericho was almost certain that he could detect fear in those bright hazel orbs. She glanced at his hand on her arm and he immediately pulled it away.
"I'm sorry...I..." The blond frowned "It's too cold out there and I'm on my way to the hotel so I'll take you back."
Lita took a deep breath and shut the car door, sitting back in her seat. As much as she hated the fact that she was there with him, he *was* helping her...
"Thanks." She muttered, wondering what on earth she could have ever done that was terrible enough to deserve *this* punishment.
They drove in silence for a while, when a thought suddenly crossed Jericho's mind.
"Why were you on the road tonight?" he asked, and Lita gave him a funny look. He wasn't sure weather it was because of what he'd asked her, or because he'd just plain out spoken to her. "What I mean, is that you weren't on Raw tonight so I figured you stayed at the hotel."
Lita glared at him.
"Well I *was* at the hotel, but I had to get down to the arena to see my friends. You see, they were in a match tonight and some asshole thought it would be fun to knock them unconscious with steel chairs." The redhead frowned.
The Canadian threw her a dangerous look, and he would have replied to that comment, had the car he was driving not just decided to break down, then and there.
He swore under his breath and Lita frowned.
"No way! That did not just happen!" she said in utter-disbelief, shaking her head.
Chris left the car and fought his way through the blizzard to check the engine. A few moments later, he returned, snow covered with an annoyed look on his face.
Lita watched him and a strange feeling came over her. The way he'd been acting since she'd got in the car was nothing like how he acted while wrestling. He'd been quieter and calmer. She'd seen him having his rage- filled fits on Raw, when he would lose a match. That was one of the main reasons why she was wary of the man. He could snap at any time.
"The car's bust. The snow's too thick." He told her, and she groaned slightly, someone up there really had it in for her. She bit her tongue to stop herself from screaming, and spoke...
"Well we can't stay here all night, we'll freeze."
Jericho nodded, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he was trying to calm himself. This made Lita feel slightly uneasy, and she briefly wondered if he'd had one of his temper tantrums when he'd left to check the car, just a moment ago.
"We'll have to walk for bit then...see if we can find somewhere to stay until the blizzard stops." The blond said calmly, zipping his jacket up, grabbing his keys and his bag.
"We can't walk through this! What if we don't find somewhere...what if-"
"Do you have any better suggestions?" He snapped, slightly annoyed, shaking his head as he left the car. God, she was going to drive him insane. Damn woman.
Lita frowned, angry that he'd snapped at her. The bastard. If they weren't freezing cold and in the middle of `god knows where', then she would have definitely beat his ass by now. The redhead reluctantly got out of the car, and was instantly hit by the thick storm. It was going to be very difficult, walking through this. She wrapped her snug coat around her tightly, and silently thanked god that she'd been in too much of a hurry to see her friends that she'd forgotten her bag. So she didn't have anything to carry.
"Look. You see that?" Jericho pointed towards the shape of what appeared to be a house in the distance. Lita could just about make it out.
"It's quite a walk, but it's worth a shot." The man declared, and started to make his way towards it.
Lita groaned. The harsh snow was blowing in the opposite direction to the way they needed to go, and was settling heavily...it must have been about 5 inches by now...
Wrapping her arms around her tightly, the diva followed the blond Canadian, wishing more than anything that she hadn't left the damn hotel. If only her friends hadn't got injured...if only they hadn't been hit with chairs...if only Jericho hadn't...Oh yes, this was all his fault that she was stuck out there.
"Asshole." She muttered and ran to catch up with him.
~End part 2~
Shit.
This really couldn't be happening.
Lita's eyes narrowed as the two wrestlers continued to sit there in silence, the shock diminishing slightly in their features.
For the redhead, it had been a bad day that had suddenly proved it really could get worse. She'd been so happy when help had arrived, but now she really didn't know quite what to do.
Part of her wanted to cry, while another part of her wanted to yell at Jericho for what he'd done to her friends...however, she knew she wouldn't do either. She wouldn't let her guard down in front of him. He was so much stronger than she was, and he had a foul temper.
Lita turned away from the blonde's intense gaze and opened the car door, making a move to get out, and stopped in alarm when she felt a strong grasp on her arm.
"Wait!" Jericho called out, rather pathetically, although he didn't know why. He knew he should have just let her go. She was, after all, friends with that damn Hardy, Stacy the bitch and her pathetic boyfriend, as well as being friends with his worst enemy...Shawn Michaels. But then it was so cold outside, and he couldn't just leave the woman, alone and in the middle of Connecticut...he wasn't *that* much of an asshole.
Lita turned to face him again with wide-eyes, and Jericho was almost certain that he could detect fear in those bright hazel orbs. She glanced at his hand on her arm and he immediately pulled it away.
"I'm sorry...I..." The blond frowned "It's too cold out there and I'm on my way to the hotel so I'll take you back."
Lita took a deep breath and shut the car door, sitting back in her seat. As much as she hated the fact that she was there with him, he *was* helping her...
"Thanks." She muttered, wondering what on earth she could have ever done that was terrible enough to deserve *this* punishment.
They drove in silence for a while, when a thought suddenly crossed Jericho's mind.
"Why were you on the road tonight?" he asked, and Lita gave him a funny look. He wasn't sure weather it was because of what he'd asked her, or because he'd just plain out spoken to her. "What I mean, is that you weren't on Raw tonight so I figured you stayed at the hotel."
Lita glared at him.
"Well I *was* at the hotel, but I had to get down to the arena to see my friends. You see, they were in a match tonight and some asshole thought it would be fun to knock them unconscious with steel chairs." The redhead frowned.
The Canadian threw her a dangerous look, and he would have replied to that comment, had the car he was driving not just decided to break down, then and there.
He swore under his breath and Lita frowned.
"No way! That did not just happen!" she said in utter-disbelief, shaking her head.
Chris left the car and fought his way through the blizzard to check the engine. A few moments later, he returned, snow covered with an annoyed look on his face.
Lita watched him and a strange feeling came over her. The way he'd been acting since she'd got in the car was nothing like how he acted while wrestling. He'd been quieter and calmer. She'd seen him having his rage- filled fits on Raw, when he would lose a match. That was one of the main reasons why she was wary of the man. He could snap at any time.
"The car's bust. The snow's too thick." He told her, and she groaned slightly, someone up there really had it in for her. She bit her tongue to stop herself from screaming, and spoke...
"Well we can't stay here all night, we'll freeze."
Jericho nodded, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he was trying to calm himself. This made Lita feel slightly uneasy, and she briefly wondered if he'd had one of his temper tantrums when he'd left to check the car, just a moment ago.
"We'll have to walk for bit then...see if we can find somewhere to stay until the blizzard stops." The blond said calmly, zipping his jacket up, grabbing his keys and his bag.
"We can't walk through this! What if we don't find somewhere...what if-"
"Do you have any better suggestions?" He snapped, slightly annoyed, shaking his head as he left the car. God, she was going to drive him insane. Damn woman.
Lita frowned, angry that he'd snapped at her. The bastard. If they weren't freezing cold and in the middle of `god knows where', then she would have definitely beat his ass by now. The redhead reluctantly got out of the car, and was instantly hit by the thick storm. It was going to be very difficult, walking through this. She wrapped her snug coat around her tightly, and silently thanked god that she'd been in too much of a hurry to see her friends that she'd forgotten her bag. So she didn't have anything to carry.
"Look. You see that?" Jericho pointed towards the shape of what appeared to be a house in the distance. Lita could just about make it out.
"It's quite a walk, but it's worth a shot." The man declared, and started to make his way towards it.
Lita groaned. The harsh snow was blowing in the opposite direction to the way they needed to go, and was settling heavily...it must have been about 5 inches by now...
Wrapping her arms around her tightly, the diva followed the blond Canadian, wishing more than anything that she hadn't left the damn hotel. If only her friends hadn't got injured...if only they hadn't been hit with chairs...if only Jericho hadn't...Oh yes, this was all his fault that she was stuck out there.
"Asshole." She muttered and ran to catch up with him.
~End part 2~